Springtime
The sound of the wind sweeping the leaves
And the touch of river whispering to me
The smell of summer
The sycamore leans over the river
Twin lambs curl up together
Underneath the big long tree
While the other lambs are pracing
Dancing in the springtime sun
Soon Autumn came
And the tree started to cry
Leaves were like tears
Dripping from her cheeks
And burning the countryside
Catrin Elain Evans
